Farm No. 47
In the warehouse.
It was supposed to be a place to store goods, but now it had been transformed into the residence of 30 to 40 girls. There were no lights or torches. Only with the faint moonlight shining through the window could one see the girls wrapped tightly in thin blankets on the bunks that looked like concentration camps.
"Sister Eri, it hurts…" Two of the beds were empty. Looking closely, two girls were sitting under the window where the moonlight was the brightest.
They were all dressed in simple linen clothes, even more shabby than Vivian in the countryside. The older ones were carefully pushing away the backs of their companions.
Under the moonlight, the fair back of a young girl who was supposed to be in her prime was now covered in large bruises.
Even though the older girl's movements were already very gentle, when she accidentally touched it, her companion still whimpered in pain.
